16. Fuck and Survive
Fuck and Survive
Onyx
I tried to read the hidden message in his tone, my mind racing through the possible ways he might expect gratitude.
His dark, intense gaze gave nothing away, but my imagination filled in the gaps with unsettling images.
Did he mean something sinister? Something intimate?
The island’s isolation magnified every fear and doubt within me.
My thoughts wandered to murkier, more erotic scenarios that made my heart pound.
He better not be talking about my body? Does he think I’m going to give him pussy because he found me a coconut?
There was no way Havoc thought that we would be fucking on this island. My only focus was to get the hell out of here.
No. He’s not talking about sex. Right?
And it was insane because. . .for some reason. . .the thought of fucking him on this island both terrified and intrigued me.
I wasn’t a fool.
I couldn’t deny the strange, magnetic pull I felt towards Havoc. Despite the danger he represented, there was an undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface.
For a few seconds, I imagined him stepping closer, his rough hands brushing against my skin as he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I pictured him taking control, his strength overpowering mine, leaving me breathless and vulnerable.
No.
I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts. This wasn’t the time or place for such fantasies, yet I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of desire.
The boundaries between ally and enemy, trust and betrayal, were blurring in dangerous ways.
My heart boomed in my ears.
Havoc continued eating his coconut, his eyes occasionally flicking to mine. His silence spoke volumes, each glance filled with unspoken promises and maybe. . .threats.
I braced myself and tilted my head to the side. “I’ll thank you later. What does that mean?”
“I am a man on an island that. . .from my view at the top of the tree is deserted.”
There’s no one here, but him and me. Is he sure about that?
A cold shiver ran through me. “O-kay.”
“And. . .I am a man with certain needs.” He flung his empty coconut to the ground and licked coconut water off his fingers in the most erotic way, slipping that tongue up and down those digits like it was a sensitive clit. He even flicked at the tip of his thumb and the whole time. . .he watched me.
Against my will, my body hummed.
Focus. Remember how dangerous he is. Don’t forget all of the people he killed.
I narrowed my eyes. “You have certain needs?”
He lowered his hand. “Yes.”
“Food, water, and shelter.”
“Don’t forget pussy.”
And that was when I spotted the knife in his hand.
I had no idea when he’d taken it out, but it appeared just that fast.
Havoc wiped the blade on his pants, but I knew he didn’t need to. He just wanted to make it clear to me how much I was at a disadvantage.
At least that was what my mind told me.
Watch out. I’ll take that knife from you, and cut your dick off.
As if he heard me, the line of Havoc’s jaw twitched.
I sneered. “Pussy is not a basic need.”
“It is for me.”
“It isn’t.”
“Trust me. It is.”
“Havoc, I won’t trust you until you give me back my bag with my weapons in it.”
“Your weapons are now my weapons, and I like this bag too much to give it away.”
I leaned my head to the side. “I thought we were friends on the raft.”
“You thought correctly.”
“But now on the island things are different?”
“Absolutely not. Now on this island we are more than friends.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Just so we're clear, you think that not only am I going to be forced to stay on this shitty island with you trying to survive, but I will be your sex slave too? Sucking you off whenever you please?”
He groaned and slipped his gaze down my body. “Slave is such a despicable word.”
“But, you want a sex slave?”
He tapped the blade against his leg. “I don’t like the term slave. Let’s not use that word. And I don’t want your pussy, as I’ve proven before, I need it.”
“The only thing that you’ve proven is that you’re an opportunistic man trying to get his cock wet—”
“Not trying, Onyx.” He raised his free hand and lifted one finger. “I will wet my cock with you and you will enjoy it so much that for that hour it will be an escape of pleasure.”
“An hour?” I laughed. “Let’s be serious. It would barely be a minute.”
Havoc chuckled, a sound that was both dangerous and deeply masculine. His eyes sparkled with challenge. “You underestimate me, Onyx.”
Then, he sneered at me. “An hour would just be the start. That would be the moment where I will tease you with mouth, my tongue, make you crave my cock. Make you need it like you’ve never needed anything before in your life.”
I swallowed.
His words—so crude and raw—hit me with a jolt of unsettling arousal.
Then, he shrugged. “What else could we do on this island, but fuck?”
“We could try to get off of here—”
“There’s no leaving this island—”
“There is!”
“How?”
“We could. . .we could fucking figure out a way, especially if you stop thinking with your cock and use your damned brain.”
“I already used my brain and surmised that there is no-fucking-way off here.”
I took a deep breath. “We could build a better raft.”
“What?”
“We have the remains of the boat, the raft we arrived on, and plenty of driftwood. If we construct something sturdy enough, we could sail to another island or even the mainland.”
“I don’t want to go back in that ocean! And you’re crazy if you would want to.” Havoc shook his head.
“We have to go out—”
“You think you can navigate those waters on a makeshift raft? The currents out there will tear it apart, and we’ll be lucky if we don’t drown or get eaten by sharks. You don’t remember the sharks? Because I remember them.”
“We could signal for help. We could gather branches and. . .leaves to make a large SOS sign on the beach. We could use fire, smoke signals—anything to attract attention from passing ships or planes.”
“And who do you think will see that signal?” Havoc’s tone held an edge. “The people who roam these waters and skies aren’t looking to help. They’re drug pirates, traffickers, pedophiles, sadists, demented criminals. Do you really want their attention?”
“Together, we could kill anybody.”
“If we had real food and weapons maybe, but not living off fucking coconut water. Right now we are weak and. . .helpless.”
I scowled. “What about exploring the island more? There might be resources we haven’t found yet. Maybe there’s an old radio tower, a hidden stash of supplies, something that could help us communicate with the outside world.”
Havoc leaned closer, and his gaze locked onto mine. “And what if we find nothing? Or worse, what if we find people who don’t want us to leave? This isn’t some paradise with secret treasures. It’s a graveyard for the desperate.”
“We have to try!”
“Be realistic.”
“And realistic to you is just. . .fucking our life away on this island?”
“Yes. Eating and fucking.” He bobbed his head like a crazy man. “That is my plan to not go further insane. This is how we survive.”
“That’s not enough for me. Tomorrow morning, I am going to explore the island and see—”
“You will be lying next to me tomorrow morning. Naked and waiting for more of my cock.” And then he reached behind his back and held the rope I had in my bag.
He must have tucked it in his pants before showing up.
But, now it was at his side as if. . .he fucking intended to use it.
What the hell did he bring that rope out for? Is he trying to die right now?
Yet. . .deep within my heart, I knew his devious plan. He really thought he was going tie me up and then fuck me.
I got into a fighting stance.
I'll kill you first.